Take a look at our nation,
This green and pleasant place,
Island in the sea,
A time for contemplation,
Heartfelt chatter face to face,
Over cups of tea,
As it may be traditionally,
So may it continue on like this,
Friendly you and me,
So why is it apparent,
That the schools are up in arms,
Establishing inner calm,
Doing the best they can,
All the while the cracks grow larger,
Seeping with our stress,
And the benefits system mess,
Where emotional well-being isn't scored,
At all,
Leading to death,
Suicides are on the rise,
It could happen to you,
So what are we going to do?
We can't catch a train so,
Stand and watch as the rich get richer,
Paying no tax and pointing blame at you,
The insecure and helpless,
Volatile personalities and,
The unworking blameless,
Our cadence has fallen,
Like the blindfold of Lady Justice,
Wowed by riches and words,
Appalled at the condition of mind,
Expressed by the long term neglected,
And angry,
While they massacre the trees,
Bringing Britain to its knees,
Pushing Brexit like a sick joke,
The laugh's on you all,
Politics doesn't define truth,
Only human rights,
And while they've been fiddling with ours,
The abomination of austerity,
Scrooge in the face of Tiny Tim,
Forced into work.
Rowan Blair Colver
This green and pleasant place,
Island in the sea,
A time for contemplation,
Heartfelt chatter face to face,
Over cups of tea,
As it may be traditionally,
So may it continue on like this,
Friendly you and me,
So why is it apparent,
That the schools are up in arms,
Establishing inner calm,
Doing the best they can,
All the while the cracks grow larger,
Seeping with our stress,
And the benefits system mess,
Where emotional well-being isn't scored,
At all,
Leading to death,
Suicides are on the rise,
It could happen to you,
So what are we going to do?
We can't catch a train so,
Stand and watch as the rich get richer,
Paying no tax and pointing blame at you,
The insecure and helpless,
Volatile personalities and,
The unworking blameless,
Our cadence has fallen,
Like the blindfold of Lady Justice,
Wowed by riches and words,
Appalled at the condition of mind,
Expressed by the long term neglected,
And angry,
While they massacre the trees,
Bringing Britain to its knees,
Pushing Brexit like a sick joke,
The laugh's on you all,
Politics doesn't define truth,
Only human rights,
And while they've been fiddling with ours,
The abomination of austerity,
Scrooge in the face of Tiny Tim,
Forced into work.
Rowan Blair Colver
